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To all who write from within their soul I leave to them my muse A curse to me I couldn't console A curse I couldn't refuse To all of those who write of romance I leave the spirit of my lovely Lenore For maybe in death I'll get a chance To be with her once more To all of those who write by night I leave the darkness, my captor of dreams And all the demons that held me tight The reason for all of my screams To all of those who write of pain I leave my broken heart A lonely spirit that left its stain And tore my world apart And to all of those who write of death By the light of an empty moon I'll send the reaper to steal your breath For you'll be with me soon
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Jun 28, 2011
Jun 28, 2011 at 11:31 AM UTC
Poe's Last Will and Testament
To all who write from within their soul I leave to them my muse A curse to me I couldn't console A curse I couldn't refuse To all of those who write of romance I leave the spirit of my lovely Lenore For maybe in death I'll get a chance To be with her once more To all of those who write by night I leave the darkness, my captor of dreams And all the demons that held me tight The reason for all of my screams To all of those who write of pain I leave my broken heart A lonely spirit that left its stain And tore my world apart And to all of those who write of death By the light of an empty moon I'll send the reaper to steal your breath For you'll be with me soon
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larry-b
Jun 28, 2011
Jun 28, 2011 at 11:31 AM UTC
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